23 Jan 2010 |
| The room was large, square, and cold. I felt an involuntary shiver run through me though I was not sure if it had to do with the room or the man sitting inside it. He was around 25. His hair, though, was already graying at the tips. And the way that the two men in black stood, behind me and my brother, you could sense who was the leader in the room. And finally, sick of the silence, I spoke, “Who are you?” I said to the man inside the room. “And why the heck am I here in the first place?” The man looked fairly surprised, saying in a deep rumbling growl of a voice, “She doesn’t know?” And when the men in black just shook their heads he asked, “And you didn’t tell her?” Again they just shook their heads. “Well, we will have to inform her. It’s a good thing that we are in the briefing room then, huh?” And he laughed at his own joke. But he became serious once again. “Haven't you ever wondered why you got that scar, Danielle?” I probably should mention one last thing about my looks. I have I very thin, jagged scar running the length of my neck. The worst part about it though is that everyone who meets me always asks how I got it. I tell them that I tripped over a chair when I was younger but that is not the real truth. Only my brother, father, and I knew the real truth. The real truth was that I got it in the crash that killed my mother. It almost killed me. “I already do know why I have this scar,” I said, with a growling edge to my voice. “Then you know that it did not happen when you tripped over a chair?” He said, with the slightest hint of a smile lingering on his face. When I nodded, it was very stiff. “I want to know how you know my name and how know so much about me.” Another growl escaped from me. It wasn’t a polite please or a question of could I know. It was a demand of I wanted to know. “Alright. My name is John Decker and I am the director of the CIA. Your mother and father were both spies. On your fathers last mission we lost him and two days later we received this message.” The laptop that had been on the table was put onto the floor where Dan and I had sat down while we absorbed this information. Our father had gone missing and could be dead, was pretty much what this man had told us. Another thing that it seemed both Dan and I had taken into account was the fact that Dan seemed almost invisible to this Decker man. Apparently, the man did not know I had a twin or he did not know that the boy sitting next to me was my twin. This seemed useful to me at the moment. Then the man opened the laptop and I nearly fell over with shock. There was a picture of my face on the screen next to a picture of my fathers. The caption underneath them said, “Give us this girl and we will give you back your agent.” “As you can see, we are in a little predicament. We would not and will not ever give you over to them for we have no idea what they could do to you. Also, seeing as your father could very well be dead by now, we will not give you over to the enemy. What we have resolved is to send you to the M. A. Jarret Academy for exceptionally talented boys and girls. One last thing you ought to know is that you and your twin, wherever he is, are exceptionally famous in the spy world. This reason is because you survived the attack of the rogue agent when she tried to kill you and, including you and your brother, there are only three people in this world that have ever done so. And I believe that we would all be in this room if Cole and Chris stepped out.” I could only suppose that Chris was Scar-face. “Now you don’t have to go anywhere if you don't want to Danielle. But in all my experience the Academy is by far the safest place to be for a hunted spy. That is if you accept, since the Academy is a spy school.” “But I have no idea what spies do or how they learn.” I said with the slightest bit of fright in my voice. “Well, do you have any special talents? And if so why don't you tell me.” “O.k. I can climb all types of trees, I can read a 300 page book in 1 hour, I can swim very fast and run fast, I can play all types of sports, and I can sneak around without a sound all the time.” I said ticking them off on my fingers as I said them. “Well, I’d say that those are all things that good spies can do.” He smiled slightly, “And I think that you just turned in your application to the school.” “I would just like to know, who was the rogue agent that tried to kill me?” I asked. “Her name was Arrabella. And she still is alive and trying to hunt you for some reason. So I wish you good luck” |